Chapter 1: Disciplining the Slutty Brats

Note: This story was commissioned by n1one years ago. Enjoy.

Having mind control powers made everything different.

Money was something completely unnecessary. If I wanted something, everyone was more than happy to give it to me. The world just accepted my commands like they were the Word of God. It didn’t matter how outlandish of an order I gave someone, complete strangers would find it perfectly natural. Just a normal part of the world.

So that was why the police officer just strolled past the woman squatting down by a lamppost and urinating like a bitch in heat. She had a doggy tail thrust into her asshole, the sleek, black velvety swaying as she released the stream of bright yellow piss. The floppy doggy ears that she wore on a headband hidden in her black hair swayed.

It took me a moment to remember who she was. I had the vaguest recollection of being out at dinner at an expensive restaurant, the delightful waitstaff, a busty blonde with a ravenous mouth, sucking on my cock when this woman ruined the evening.

It started with a splash of wine into the face of the man currently holding her leash. Her husband. “Cheating bastard!” the woman had hissed. “I know you’re fucking Irene. You’re just a dog! A fucking hound sniffing at every piece of ass you come across.”

The husband had looked properly embarrassed about the wife’s outburst. Of course, she had every reason to be mad, but in the middle of a Three-Star Michelin restaurant? This was best dining experience in my city. It took months to normally book a reservation if you weren’t me. Everyone was looking at her ranting and raving.

She called her husband, a dog, but she was the one being the yapping bitch. So I fixed her.

“Come on,” her husband said. “We’re going to be late. Veronica hates it when I’m late.”

“Yes, dear,” his wife said with the happy look of a dog on her face. The type who just wanted to be petted and scratched and fucked hard by her master. Of course, her master, and husband, needed human companionship. A dog was fine, even a human one, but he needed real women to date.

She would happily sit beside the bed and listen to her husband fuck the other woman hard like a good bitch. It was great to see the lesson was going strong with her as she crawled after her husband, deft at that form of locomotion, her tail wagging, her shaved pussy dripping with cum.

It didn’t happen often. I mean, there were 8.6 million people living in this city, so I didn’t run across the beneficiaries of my punishments all the time. Every time I saw a woman sitting on a street corner, I would wonder if she was there because of me, wearing those fishnet stockings and skirts so short, begging for a man to pay her for a romp.

I don’t need money, but I did like collecting it from those I punished. I had a bank account slowly accruing more and more of the pointless stuff. It was like the score in a game. And I wanted to hit the highest.

Today, I was heading to the movies. Avengers Endgame was finally opening, and I was eager to see it in all its glorious presentation. The best theater in town with the most comfortable seating, the sexiest women employees, and the most bombastic setup. It was my favorite place to see movies. The owner and I had an understanding.

He was always hiring and firing girls. Young ones. Pretty ones. He wanted to have a good selection on staff for when I showed up.

The line was queuing up. The crowds were flowing in. The movie started in ten minutes. I hummed as I strolled past the lines. No one made any great objections, so I didn’t end up having to punish anyone. I was in too good a mood to do that.

It was the new Avengers. I was a sucker for superhero movies.

The concession line was long, but there was a special line that said: “VIP line only.” No one was in it. The theater had only one VIP customer. Me. I sauntered up to it and the two girls running the concession stand both gasped.

“We can help you,” a cute redhead said.

“Right away, sir,” said the blonde beside her. They were both young, fresh-faced. They both had dainty noses and plump lips. The uniforms left something to be desired, baggy shirts, but that could be easily remedied.

“But I’m being helped,” said a guy with a swallow face and a gut sticking out with a fat wife at his side. They had a pair of mewling children behind them. “Dude, wait your turn.”

I glanced at him and said, “Neither of you will ever have sex again. We don’t need your ugly genes spreading any longer, do we?”

“No,” he said. His wife, who had four chins, nodded.

“And you, hit Weight Watchers. Have some self-respect. I want you down to one-hundred-and-twenty pounds in two years. If you do that, you can sell your cunt on the street corner and pop out a few more kids to make him raise.”

She nodded again.

“Now get out here,” I said, waving a hand. I had real things to attend to.

They left, gathering up their squalling kids. Whatever movie they were going to see would be spared hearing those whinning brats.

I turned my attention back to the two lovely ladies. They looked a little nervous but seemed to be perking up again. They both gave me big, if fake, smiles. I could hear their boss’s words echoing in their mind: When the VIP comes in, treat him right. It’ll be more than your jobs if you don’t.

“What can we get you, sir?” asked Violet the blonde. She had a bright, gold nametag on her purple shirt.

“Popcorn?” Clara the redhead asked. “Soda? We have some great wings.”

“I’m not sure yet,” I said. “I might want a blonde, but a redhead could be nice. Tops and bras off. Let’s see some tits.”

“Yes, sir,” both said nearly at the same time.

I grinned as they pulled up their tops, exposing smooth bellies. If the weather was nicer here year-round, I’d make women—at least the pretty ones—go topless all the time. Just let those tits be out for all to see. They liked showing them off anyways. Every woman had that slut in them. Most tried to hide it. To pretend they were just good girls when they really were just things to be enjoyed.

I smiled as two different sets of bras appeared. Clara had a lacy blue affair that cupped her breasts. They looked like a nice pair C’s, perky and jiggling. Violet’s breasts were larger, but they didn’t seem as firm, jiggling a lot as she reached back to unhook her pink bra. It had a cute bow gracing the band connecting the two cups in the front.

Bras came off.

Tits came out.

Violet’s sagged down pretty low. They were heavy, Double D’s but they were just a tad too soft for me. I mean, if I didn’t have Clara’s perkier C cups beside me with her nipples pointing upward instead of at her navel, it might have been different.

“Redhead it is,” I said, loving the look of Clara’s breasts. “Strip off the rest. You don’t need your clothes while I’m here, Clara.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, her hands diving for the fastener of her pants immediately.

My gaze slid back to Violet. “You’re going to work topless at this theater.”

“Of course,” Violet said, her breasts swaying as she leaned closer. Her nipples hardened, poking up from her tits. They were nice nipples. Suckable. “If someone says, ‘Great tits,’ you thank them for the compliment.”

She nodded.

“If they want to touch those tatas, that’s $5. $10 for you to suck their cocks or lick their cunts. $50 for pussy and $100 for anal. Got it?”

“I do, sir,” she purrs, a bright smile on her lips.

“Send half what you make whoring yourself to this PayPal address,” I said, slipping her a card. “Memorize it.”

She did.

Clara came out around the counter to reveal her shapely thighs and that narrowing V of her hips down to her shaved pussy. A strip of red hair descended towards her cunt, too, looking just scrumptious. I licked my lips, my cock throbbing at the sight.

I held out my arm to her, and she took it. I headed to my showing. It was already playing trailers. Perfect. I walked into the packed room, a naked woman on my arms. Everyone was excited for the movie, all ready to chow down on the popcorn and slurp down their sodas.

“Everyone,” I shouted, my voice projecting with power, “without a single word of complaint, gather your food and drinks, and file out of here. You can come back and see the movie later. Go home. Relax. Don’t get pissed off at all. Be happy because you’re giving me the private viewing experience that I deserve.”

And they were happy. The sheep filed out while the trailers kept playing. I smiled and headed towards the seat in the exact middle of the theater. It was one of the comfortable ones with the recliner chairs. I sank down into it.

“Clara, take out my cock and worship it with your sweet mouth,” I said as the movie began playing.

I was eager for the conclusion to last year’s Infinity War. That was an amazing movie. The directors better not blow this. I had not a problem finding the creators and punishing them.

Clara took out my cock. If I looked down at her, I knew I would see worship on her lips, but I was watching the movie. Ironman drifting in space, Nebula with him. They had lost hope. How would they get out of this?

The redhead licked my cock. She groaned in delight as she dragged her tongue up my dick. I didn’t mind the noise. She could make all she wanted so long as she pleased me. A tingle raced through down my shaft as she dragged her tongue right up to the pinnacle of my cock. She drifted around it.

Caressed it.

The naughty girl fluttered her tongue before she dove back down to my balls.

They were a special pair of balls. Big and thick. I really had two superpowers: mind-control and an unlimited supply of cum. I fired ten times as much as the average guy, and even more when I was excited. I’ve gone an entire day cumming, just going from slut to slut, filling their pussies, asses, and mouths with cum until they were full and then moving onto the next.

Clara loved those special balls. She rubbed her face into my hairy nuts like she knew they were special. She cradled them in her gentle hands. Her tongue flicked out, sliding through the hairs. I groaned, settling in to enjoy the movie.

She sucked my right ball into her mouth. She nibbled on it while her hand stroked my cock. She fisted up and down it, working out the precum that flowed out of my cock’s tip. That lubed her stroking hand, letting her glide her stroking touch up and down my cock with ease.

She whimpered around my balls.

Pleasure twinged up to the tip.

I rested a hand on her head. I petted her as she kissed over to my left ball.

Engulfed it.

I groaned, a smile building and building on my lips as she loved my cock and I sank into the world of the next Avenger’s film. Scarlet Johansson appeared. Shame she was a blonde now, but even with her hair dyed, she was a sexy beauty.

Perhaps the hottest woman in Hollywood.

My dick twitched and throbbed in Clara’s stroking hand as I thought about visiting California. Having Scarlet Johansson, in that Black Widow bodysuit, riding on my cock for a weekend sounded perfect.

Clara licked at my dick again. She fluttered her tongue against the base, moaning her delight that she was allowed to pleasure me. She worked higher and higher, shifting her hands’ grip on me so her lapping could climb my shaft without obstruction.

She reached the top of my cock. Her tongue fluttered against the frenulum, the sensitive boundary between crown and shaft. She danced her tongue around it. She caressed over my tip. Her tongue dug through the slit. She gathered up my precum.

I groaned and savored her tongue. Loved those wonderful licks. The way her tongue flicked through the crown to caress me. My hands clenched on the chairs as Clara worshiped me with her tongue. Her lips brushed the tip.

Then she swallowed me.

Slowly.

Those lips inched over my crown. This girl knew how to follow a movie’s pacing. Endgame started slow, building on the fallout of the last movie. Clara’s delicious teasing was perfect. I simmered as her lips slid over my crown and sealed around my shaft.

She sucked.

The noisy sounds only added to my enjoyment of the movie. My hand tightened in her hair. I gripped her tight as she swirled her tongue around my crown. She caressed that aching tip between her hungry sucks.

Her hand played with my balls. Massaging them. Playing with them. She coaxed the cum brimming in them up towards her mouth. I shifted in my chair, her sucking building and building the pressure at the tip of my cock. I came closer and closer to doing just that. To spilling my load in her hungry mouth. She wanted my jizzed.

The slut deserved my jizz. Every hot woman did once in their life.

“Fuck!” I groaned as I erupted.

My cum pumped into Clara’s mouth. The powerful spurts jetted up my cock and pulsed into her oral cavity. Her lips sealed tight about my pulsing shaft. She gulped it down. I heard every swallow as my balls kept unloading.

A flood of jizz filled her mouth. Stars burst across my vision, dancing across the screen. My orgasm slammed pleasure into my mind again and again. Clara gulped fast as she could, but I could feel the jizz spilling down my shaft, my cum overwhelming her mouth.

Few women could handle it without training.

“Damn, slut!” I groaned. “You know how to give a blowjob. Just keep doing that.”

She moaned and kept sucking. Her fingers massaged my balls, another load already growing.

I knew the redhead was the right choice to make.

She nursed at my cock, building me towards another climax. I smiled, the plot starting to move. I had no idea where this movie was going. I hadn’t paid attention to the spoilers. I shifted in my seat, savoring Clara’s sucking mouth.

An empty movie theater and a hot woman sucking on my dick. Best way to watch a mov—

“Oh, my God, do you see what Janice posted,” gasped a girl’s voice from the back. “She’s hooking up with Brad.”

“Brad Temple?” gasped a second voice. “I thought he and Melissa were banging.”

“Guess she didn’t suck cock good enough,” the girl said.

I groaned. Stragglers. The movie must be fifteen minutes in and the pair were moving around behind me. I struggled to just focus on the movie and not let these two girls ruin the fun. I had Clara sucking hard on my cock, just nursing at it, making everything perfect.

“I thought we were meeting Chris and Derrick,” said one of the girls. They appeared at my row. “There’s no one here but him and that slut sucking his dick. Are we at the right theater?”

I glared at the girls. They were standing at my row, the blue glow of their phones splashing across their faces. One of them beeped with a notification. The girl’s brow furrowed. She had black hair and a pale white face. Her mascara looked quite heavy, her lipstick black. Her dress was black and torn in places, wispy and almost girlish, but at the same time had something dark and sensual about it. Her breasts stretched out a corset-like bodice.

“Fuck, they said they went home. Had to leave the theater free for some dude to watch the movie.” She glanced at me. “Some important guy. Must be him.”

“Well, darn,” the other girl muttered. She was blonde, her body slender. She had a perky look to her, wearing jeans and a pink blouse. “I was hoping to hook up with Derrick. He’s cute.”

“Oh, my God, me, too.” The goth girl sighed. “Poor Chris. He wasn’t going to get anything.” “What do we do?”

“Shut the fuck up is what you do,” I growled, my anger boiling over. “You’re in a movie theater, not the restroom at your fucking college.”

Both girls clamped their jaws shut.

“Now, you two are going to get naked, sit down, and thrust your phones into your cunts. I want your juices to soak those. I hope your cream fries them.”

They stripped, ripping off clothing in as fast as they could. Blondie had an advantage over Goth Girl. She just had to peel off her pink top and wiggle out of her jeans to be down to her panties. She hadn’t worn a bra, her round, plump B-cup tits jiggling as she worked off her pink, bikini-style panties. She had a blonde bush. She sank down into the aisle chair and spread her legs.

Goth Girl had to undo those lacings in her corset. She finally got them undone and shoved her dress down her waist. Her large breasts, easily Double D’s, were constrained in a black bra. They jiggled and bounced as she wiggled her skirt past her hips and dropped it to the floor. She had fishnet stockings and a black thong on underneath.

No, she wore the thong over the stockings.

She peeled those down and I added a command to have her keep on the fishnets. She did, stepping out of her thong and then taking off her bra. Her breasts spilled out. A lovely pair of large, lush tits. They didn’t sag like Violet’s had.

These were perfect tits.

I grinned as I enjoyed Clara’s hungry mouth bobbing up and down my cock, still. She sucked with hunger while the Goth Girl sank down in the seat beside Blondie. Since Blondie had the head start, she already was rubbing her phone into her slit.

She whimpered as she worked her phone into her snatch. Luckily for her, it wasn’t the widest model. Her back arched as she pressed forward with the base, working more and more of her offending phone into her cunt.

Goth Girl had to rip through the threads crisscrossing her shaved cunt. She freed her twat and rubbed her wider phone against it. She groaned as her pussy lips swallowed the screen. She worked it deeper and deeper into her cunt.

Clara bobbed her head faster on my cock.

Goth Girl shuddered. Her big tits jiggled as her pussy pressed her phone deeper and deeper into her twat. She groaned, her back arching as she pressed it the last few inches into her pussy. Her snatch had swallowed every bit of her smartphone.

“Now, both of you rub your clits, don’t make a sound, and no cumming,” I ordered. “I’m trying to enjoy the movie.”

I turned my attention back to Endgame. It would be a long movie. Two hours at least before they could stop rubbing their poor clits. They both shuddered as they did. They didn’t groan or whimper or moan. They only sounds they made were the glide of their fingers over their clits and the creak of their chairs.

“Fucking people these days,” I muttered down to Clara happily sucking on my cock.

She just kept sucking but I could see a smile in her eyes. She approved of their punishment.

Another orgasm was building swiftly in my balls. I ran my fingers through Clara’s hair as she sucked and slurped on me. Her tongue darted around the crown. Those lovely digits of her massaged my cock, bringing me closer and closer to that eruption.

Closer and closer to filling her mouth.

“Fuck,” I groaned and pumped her mouth full of my cum.

Both Blondie and Goth Girl watched me as they rubbed their clits. They knew that I was cumming. Having the release I could tell they both already craved. Their frustrated attention only made this moment feel even more satisfying.

I drank in every pulse of rapture shooting from my cock into my mind. My chair creaked as my body spasmed. My fingers tightened in Clara’s hair as she gulped down as much of the cum as she could, swallowing with such hunger.

“Shit, yes!” I groaned, satiated.

Clara kept sucking.

“Mmm, you deserve a reward for being so quiet,” I said, “not like some piece of shit girls I know.” Blondie and Goth Girl looked away, their hands busy between their thighs. The scents of hot pussies permeated the air. A melange of three different women’s passion.

“Clara, you can masturbate yourself,” I said. “Just make sure your mouth is on my cock when you cum to muffle your passion.”

She let out such a groan of gratitude. It wasn’t a consideration I normally gave to my movie theater snack, but this was an unusual situation. Her hand abandoned my balls to plunge beneath her thighs.